In a haze of vape smoke on a rare windy night in LA in the fall of 2016, Chelsea Handler daydreams about what life will be like with a woman in the White House. And then, Donald Trump happens. In a torpor of despair, she decides that she's had enough of the privileged bubble she's lived in—a bubble within a bubble—and that it's time to make some changes, both in her personal life and in the world at large. At home, she embarks on a "Year of Self-Sufficiency"—learning how to work the remote, how to pick up dog shit, where to find the toaster. This is a thrillingly honest, insightful, and deeply, darkly funny memoir that is the perfect read for this moment in time.